Just past middle

It struck me,
six minutes ago,
while viewing rum in the fading sunlight–
A whole life
is not ahead anymore-
not with all the unpaved roads
or wild stags standing guard
Not even with music freely spilling
over lush valleys
Half of it is gone
and I am here, waiting
Maybe there’s something big coming
or maybe this is the big moment,
filled with smaller breaths,
where I slip into the small window
of time I’m allowed, grateful